[ Maika's brow crimps a little in something like amusement, and she gives Schneider's dress a little nod too. She's not getting any smoother with the compliments, it seems. ]
Park. I could use the fresh air, too.
[ Clear her head, after... wherever her thoughts have been taking her. She follows Schneider's glance instinctively — she's hardly taken note of the strings all evening, but Schneider can certainly feel strong protectiveness, mingled with respect and a desire to spend time with her. ]
[ Schneider smiles and turns on her heel to lead the way, blatantly taking the wine with her. Schneider's feelings are similar; respect and warmth, a little attraction, and a general sense of ??? alongside the desire to be near Maika and learn more about her.
Even with the threads, Schneider's feelings are a touch muddled ]
[ Maika's far from adept at reading the strings in the first place — her fingers flit towards them for a second before she turns the gesture into casually pushing her bangs back and tossing her head a little. ]
You're in a generous mood again. You know... I thought parties might be more your thing.
[ Or maybe not. There's always a performance to them, or when other people's eyes are on her, isn't there? ]
[ Maika glances down a moment in surprise, but after a second she assents, tucking Schneider's arm secure against her side. ]
Hah. I've had enough of surprises out of either of their gods. But you know a night's too quiet when no one has anything better to do than gossip on their... phone-things.
[ Maika snickers too — that's a blunt way to put it, but she's never been one to care about refinement. Although she thinks they're probably pretty middle of the road, by her standards. ]
But... I don't hate a world where people can get so excited over something so pointless. It's a luxury.
[ Schneider smirks. She can't disagree but she also can't summon even the slightest sense of endearment either. It's all so removed from her after all]
Do you think you'll become the hero Braphine wants us to be then?
[ Oh, gross. Maika grimaces and shoots the bottle in Schneider's hand a glance. ]
If you keep saying shit like that, I'll change my mind about drinking. [ She might yet, before the night gets much older. ] I'm not doing fuck-all for that goddess. And I'm no hero. I'm just a killer who doesn't have anything to do in this place, unless that god of whatever wants to make another appearance.
[Ahahaha ] Then don't say such sappy shit. [ She lifts the bottle up a little more] What a pair we make then. Killers with nothing better to do with our time.
Makes you wonder why Braphine chose us. I've only ever been good at the one thing. [ Well, not that violence doesn't have its uses here. She can certainly guess. ] ...What did you want to be? If you could have chosen anything?
[ Although the thought of the party brings another smile to her lips briefly. But she shrugs and pushes herself up from the bench to take Schneider's hand. ]
[ Although Maika sounds more amused than sharp about it. Sometimes, one is just the world's angriest extrovert. She gives Schneider a bow only slightly ironic in its awkwardness and follows her obligingly in the sway, athletic-graceful despite the unfamiliarity of dancing again. ]
...I didn't think I could miss my own world. This place made me realize otherwise.
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Very nice. [Her gaze lingers on the additional arm for a moment but she holds up a bottle of wine? and grins]
Lets head back to the dorms. Or the park. This is getting stuffy.
[And despite herself, her gaze can't help but linger on the strings. Hm]
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Park. I could use the fresh air, too.
[ Clear her head, after... wherever her thoughts have been taking her. She follows Schneider's glance instinctively — she's hardly taken note of the strings all evening, but Schneider can certainly feel strong protectiveness, mingled with respect and a desire to spend time with her. ]
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[ Schneider smiles and turns on her heel to lead the way, blatantly taking the wine with her. Schneider's feelings are similar; respect and warmth, a little attraction, and a general sense of ??? alongside the desire to be near
Maika and learn more about her.
Even with the threads, Schneider's feelings are a touch muddled ]
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You're in a generous mood again. You know... I thought parties might be more your thing.
[ Or maybe not. There's always a performance to them, or when other people's eyes are on her, isn't there? ]
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Not like these. Too tame... boring. Not enough action.
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Hah. I've had enough of surprises out of either of their gods. But you know a night's too quiet when no one has anything better to do than gossip on their... phone-things.
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[Specifically theirs. Maika's on the other hand...]
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Who all the men are kissing? Couldn't think of anything that interests me less. But...
[ Hmm, how to put it. She falls silent and thoughtful for a moment, just watching the stars as they walk. ]
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I don't care for how horny any of them are honestly. But...?
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But... I don't hate a world where people can get so excited over something so pointless. It's a luxury.
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[ Schneider smirks. She can't disagree but she also can't summon even the slightest sense of endearment either. It's all so removed from her after all]
Do you think you'll become the hero Braphine wants us to be then?
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If you keep saying shit like that, I'll change my mind about drinking. [ She might yet, before the night gets much older. ] I'm not doing fuck-all for that goddess. And I'm no hero. I'm just a killer who doesn't have anything to do in this place, unless that god of whatever wants to make another appearance.
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Makes you wonder why Braphine chose us. I've only ever been good at the one thing. [ Well, not that violence doesn't have its uses here. She can certainly guess. ] ...What did you want to be? If you could have chosen anything?
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[ She lived in a small world in Sicily. ]
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[ Also not really dreamy, but. Maika shakes her head to brush that aside. ]
We have nothing but time now, though.
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If you had something you wanted to do, what would it be?
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...I don't know. People who knew me as a child tell me I loved to dance. I want to remember that. But it's not a direction.
[ An objective, a purpose. She's someone who doesn't know how to steer without that. ]
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Then shall we dance? Maybe that will give you some kind of memory or feeling.
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[ Although the thought of the party brings another smile to her lips briefly. But she shrugs and pushes herself up from the bench to take Schneider's hand. ]
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[Schneider steps back, tipping into a little curtsy. There is music playing from a nearby bar and that is enough to sway to]
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[ Although Maika sounds more amused than sharp about it. Sometimes, one is just the world's angriest extrovert. She gives Schneider a bow only slightly ironic in its awkwardness and follows her obligingly in the sway, athletic-graceful despite the unfamiliarity of dancing again. ]
...I didn't think I could miss my own world. This place made me realize otherwise.
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[ Schneider laughs and begins to move to the beat, her steps natural and at ease]
Even the shithole places.
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[ The one you belong in. Maika's grin turns wry, just a little focused as she follows the rhythm that Schneider picks out. ]
...There were beautiful places there, too. Maybe not many, anymore. But they hung on. And they'll rebuild.
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